Back-seat driverOctober 3, 2009
Liz is out of town, so yesterday I had to drive Phil to and from day care.
The radio reported that southbound Interstate 5 was a mess. Upon reaching NE 75th Street, I stayed on Roosevelt Avenue NE rather than getting onto I-5, as Liz usually does.
“Why you go this way?” Phil called out from his carseat.
“I think it’ll be faster to stay on Roosevelt,” I answered.
“Not freeway?” he asked in an are-you-sure tone.
To fully appreciate the humor in this, you must understand that, since childhood, I’ve had a well-deserved reputation for navigational cluelessness. At 2.9 years old, Phil probably knows more about getting around town than I did at age 8.